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The wooly mamoth is an ancestor of the modern elephant that lived during the ice age. Name one possible reason for why the species died out.

Because it got too hot.



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Okay, that sucked. I had the idea for that to be this big dramatic thing, but it didn't work. I just watched The Weather Man, and lemmie tell ya, it's nothing like Anchorman.

The Bow is a fucking symbol.

If I've learned one thing from movies and sessions screaming at the moon and English class, it is that everything is a symbol. A pair of sunglases. An empty feild. A christmas decoration that has been hanging outside of a house for god knows how many years. A panda. Everything at least has the potential to be a symbol. For an epoch of time, a confined perception of reality, an event that repeats itself in your mind over and over again, a person...

I hate symbolism. I love it and I hate it. It must be a curse that comes with being in tune with all things dramatic - Being able to turn anything (and most often everything, wether with will or against it)into a symbol for something else. Makes life seem too much like a movie. Life isn't a movie though. All it really does is take you away from the reality of all things and makes real life all the harder to live in.

Oh well. I might be able to get a damn good job as a director at this rate.

Point is... I seem to have a really good knack for picking out some fucked up movies. The Weather Man is only the latest one. Fight Club, Adaptation, Weekend, Garden State, Falling Down. Any of those movies that have a soundtrack made by hippies who used to live in a ghetto, and generally has the main character living on the edge of stability, fucked up life of the past on one side, brand new life of promise and joy on the other, even though they can't seem to figure out the life changing fact that's oh so obvious to most observers.

In the good ones, that character goes totally apeshit and either shoots themselves, or tricks someone else into shooting them. Those are the ones that I like most I think.

Anyway, life moves on...



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fucking bathtub-symbol.

F*R*A*G:
Hot damn, you're right! It does look just like a brain down there!

I am not very happy with the torpedos.

I would like to begin by letting you know that there is a head on my floor.

This is much like there being a bird in my wall, but different.

Even tho the head I'm talking about is actually the only bit of the Zaku II that I've built so far, the way I tied that in right there (You like the way I did that? Eh? Eehhh?) leaves me with a nice setup to go into what I like about the inset of spring/summertime.

Really, each season is in my mind with a certain memory tied to it. Winter has that one night where I walked out into my backyard, and the snow was unadulterated and the moon was bright, casting cool shadows all over. Spring is when I was trying to take a nap in my room while listening to LP's Reanimation album next to an open window whick showed not only a nice orange sky, but also let the smell of a not-so-far off barbeque (yet another reason why that album holds a special place to me). Summer has the night that me and...I think it was Rachel and Lauren...and we were catching fire flies in the front yard. Fall...The last time I had a good time in fall was I think...Err...no, fall sucks. There was a trip to...some...place...but that was just because the falling leaves were dramatic. Otherwise fall always seems to suck. At least ever since I started school. When you have to have your pet kitty put to sleep the day before your first day of school in a brand new house, it generally stands as a bad omen.

But mind you, These are just some of the memories drawn to mind. I have a lot more, and many of them have to do with playing Time Crisis. Or watching Gundam Wing. Or Space Ghost or Cartoon Cartoon Fridays or any number of nerdy things. Or emo things. I've spent many dusks/twilights/nights being depresed or sad or confused or talking to people who share those sentiments or writing poetry or whatever. I still consider some of those good memories. Gave me some good ideas if nothing else.

Man, I just noticed how used to a computer keyboard I am. I can't even see the keys but I just know where they are with my fingers. It wasn't to long ago that I never considered that a posability. Also, I can't wait until John Basedow dies in some sort of horrible excersice related acident. Not because I wish him any harm, but I think it's time for Fitness Made Simple to open up for a new spokesperson. You know, maybe one known for something other then being the Fitness Made Simple spokesperson.

But the biggest thing that brings all this up is staying up late watching TV. That's whar I know best through all my life. And after being sick this morning and then sleeping till 11, I'm sort of being forced to be awake right now. I'd like to sleep, and my eyes hurt, but at the same time I find I can't get comfortable and I have this odd craving to go into Chester for...the hell of it? Wendy's? A donut? Hell, I dunno. I'm too tired to know. And I would sleep so that then I would know, but then again that sorta ruins the whole point of things...

Ugh. I don't want to think of the future. It seems like it's going to be soooo much work. I'd rather go back to the past. Well, can't do that. Just can't.

I always blog when I can't sleep. I belive that explains freshman year fairly well.

F*R*A*G:
A pair of huge doors open, and into the arena stride two 10 story machines of destruction. The crowd goes fucking wild.

or

"Ray Romano is a horny mammoth." -- Jon Stewart

Hunter's point...I like how it gives new meanings...

So Sage says that I'm a nice guy. I'm inclined to belive her because it's a nice thing to be told. It's also nice to be assured that you're not a bastard for...certain other acts you commit.

Oh yeah, and I like King's Estates a lot. As it turns out, it's what I've been missing up here. Specifically, it's got a nice view where as dusk/twilight sets in you can see a darkening road which crests a hill and then it's just empty sky behind it. That's a sight to behold.

I miss that. I used to be able to get that same view in the old days back in the city. As I looked down the block I lived on, it was at an angle with the empty old rail yard with the river behind it, so very much the same effect: A bit of road with shitload of sky behind it.

And the really cool part is that taking the shortcut (which I am now familar with...might be taking it more often (if I ever leave the house...)) it such a sudden switch. Like diving from an open road/sky down into a dungen with tree walls and ceilings. That's really cool. Still, the lower level (As I will call Whicam in comparision to KE from now on) has cool sections where the tress just open, and you see a dome of sky overhead, totally enveloping you. This is still a really cool experience, when compared to that open sky/hill/road thing in KE, which while nice and nostalgic, is still confined to a suprisingly narrow road.

Still, I'm gonna write some movie things specifically to film on that stretch of road. It's too good to pass up on.

F*R*A*G:
Allow me to elaborate on how we must colaborate:
My fist in your face is its destined place.

Or

"I've finally decided. When I go to college, I'm going to major in NINJA."

Theories

See, this is the latest that I've figured out, and as far I know it's a good one.

When a woman asks you a question, it is never yes or no. Sometimes it may seem that way, but it's really not. The reason for this is they they do not ask the whole question. In order to get the right answer, you must first finish the question, and then answer that entire question. Yes, you do have to be a kind of mind reader.

Tell me if you can get this to work too.

F*R*A*G:
When they come to kill me I'll be sitting at a desk with a bulletproof gun and a hand in my vest.

Summation

(Read the full article at this website. This is just a part that I liked!)

Opponents might try to jump at him, only to get hit by the fierce. They might try to throw a fireball, only to be hit out it by the fierce. They might try to walk up and dragon punch the fierce, only have me not do a fierce punch that time. I waited for them to miss their dragon punch, then fierced them back. Actually, retaliating with a fierce isn’t even necessarily the best move in that situation, but it’s sure the most annoying.

F*R*A*G:
When I play with myself, I can get like 40 straight repititions. ::gets stared at:: What? I'm just that good at haki sack!

Big 3 and the 14 Yakuza

Okay, I have a plan. It's not much of one, but it is one nonetheless.

Last time there were parent teacher confrences, I went and I was a helper for Mr. Sorensen. I did it just for the hell of it, and since I did with Jon C-R I knew it couldn't be that bad. In honesty, it actually kinda rocked. After hours the school seems so much more open and free...Nothing like durring the regular day. Still doesn't really have any good climbing spots tho. Anywho...I volunteered to do it again. Not for Sorensen, but for Woodring this time. I don't know if it'll still be cool, but hell, can't be all that bad.

Now, the only problem with all this is that tomarow I also have drivers ed at 4:30, and I need to be at Woodring's by 7. Basically I'm gonna get to come home for an hour and a half after school, then I'll be back there until aroun 9-ish, at least. Hey, at least it's just a few long things rather then a bunch of short things. The only part that's really dick about all this is that it's my birthday. Well, to ballance that out my mom let me compromise and take Thrusday off, so it'll all clear up nicely. Maybe my present will show up that day and I can spend it BUILDING GIANT ROBOT!

*Cough*

Now, as for that plan I was first talking about... first, do the little bit of homework I have. Then help my mom try to fix the tire on the car. Following that, take a shower (I admit, after gym today I feel excedingly rank) Once Freshened, dance around to my whim by playing UT 2004, Soul Calibur 3, Rachet and Clank, or Wild Arms 3, or even Photoshopping some pictures or writing in that story I started oh so long ago. Wherever I may end up, I am going to make sure I play some SC3 by the end of the day. Then, much sleep will follow.

Oh, and btw Ry, I have your book. You'll get it back tomarrow.

F*R*A*G:
If it was just Robots, then I would still probally be interested. Just Empire, and ehh...could go either way. But, Robots AND Empire! Now we're ready to fucking rock!

inapropreate comment that no one understands so it's allright!

So I was thinking today, and half in making fun of emo, half in being emo myself, I came up with this:

Some people sometimes have trouble telling if they're alive, I have troubles sometimes telling if anyone else is alive.

This sounds like a really bad statment, but I don't think it really is.Maybe it is. Ignore that for now.

Now, in order to asure you of my actual punk status, I'll have you know I was part of a group of hoodlems who were chased out of Stanley Deming park by three cop cars. Better then that, it was the second time I've gotten chased out for playing too late.

First time was cause me and the TA at NYSSSA were playing hakisack at like 3
AM, and then the cops rolled right up on the sidewalk where we were. Well...had been. We saw cops and ran. Next thing you know everyone is being told by the cops to vacate the building.

This time it was capture the flag. I'm a lot better at it then I thought, actually. Never actually played it before. When I was a little chillun', I didn't play games with the other chillun'. I tried, but I sucked. I actually met more people while sitting on the side being all bad at playig then I did on the rare occasion I did get in some game. Actually, where I excelled was in hanging upside down by me knees on the jungle gym. Didn't fall much, and when I did, I always remembered to put out my arms so I didn't land on my head. I even took an actual gymnastics class once. Didn't last to long. But that's where Nicky got his start at being a ninja. Hiding in the jungle gym while hanging upside down.

One last note: I've been told a few times now that I'm going to hell. I've also been told that I'm definately not going to hell, implying that heaven is a very probable outcome. I don't think I'll end up in either place tho. My after life is going to consist of a like 200X200 square of land floating over an eternal black void, with a mailbox and a small white house with a couch and nice TV/stereo system. For all eternity. Just like in the hidden egg in ahl_nocredit.bsp.

meh. At the moment, I'm not going anywhere.

F*R*A*G: Okay, this one time Randy Beaman was at his cousin's house and he put a cheese sandwich on the table and then he turned around and his cousin played the most mind blowing drum solo anyone has ever heard ever and then when Randy Beaman turned back around, there was a grilled cheese sandwich on the table. Kay, bye.

EMINENT!!!!

Okay, here's somehting so horrible that I Couldn't pass up making a quick note of it.

I was doing my thing as I usually do, downloading a new HL mod, when I saw an advertisment in the corrner of the DL window. It shocked me.

SHOP 'TILL YOU DROP!

It's a game, for a cell phone, about shopping, which is based on an old T.V. show. Now there's a sgin of the times in America. What's worse is that from the screen shots, it looks like a good amout of work went into this game. Not supprising, really. I just hope that for all that is good and moral and crap, that nobody plays this game.

...Although, it would be neat if you could play for real prizes while waiting in line in an actual store. Then when you got to the head of the line you just show the clerk your high score and walk out with your new blender. That might be modernism.

F*R*A*G: I have a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it.

...Decends from the heavens, glowing and godlike.

So I suppose this is like my wonderous return to blogging. It had just been way too long. Videos are nice and all, and I definately want to keep at them (Anders keeps having ideas, and many of them are not repulsive!) but the classic "write a whole lotta shit randomly and then people can read or not" format still calls to me.

Besides, when I write the scripts for the movie ones, I start by just doing it old school random writie style to get a script to follow. By that logic, if I wanted to I could go back and make any post into movie form. It's just a slightly different way of thinking of set up, cause with movie you need to know where you're gonna film for each section. For reading, the scene is always just {in front of a whole lot of words}.

I'm back!

F*R*A*G: I almost used "kill" as the solution to a problem in my kitchen. I've either played too much Tenchu, or not enough Tenchu.